Page 103 of The Rowdy Ones
Idon’t bother cleaning my dick up because time is of the essence. Plus, I like the evidence of our lovemaking smeared all over me. When I piss and can smell her, it makes my heart thump with pride.
Mine.
Destiny is mine.
If I keep fucking her so recklessly, I’ll put a baby inside her. That thought makes my dick thicken again, which is irritating. I have to leave, not go for a round two. With gritted teeth, I shove my cock into my jeans and carefully zip up so I don’t snag any skin.
After my shower, I yanked on a pair of jeans, not bothering with underwear, knowing my final destination was with Destiny. I didn’t even roll on socks. Just stuffed my big feet in my bulky, filthy boots, threw on a hoodie, and hightailed it over to her window.
I couldn’t even be bothered to wear a coat.
Fewer clothes to wrangle with, I guess.
Once I’m dressed, I take a moment to admire my girl. She’s sprawled out on her bed, one arm above her on the pillow, showing her armpit. My mouth waters to lick her there. It probably tastes like soap or deodorant, but I wonder if there’s a musk on her. I bet it tastes fucking good, too.
Her lips curl into a shy grin as if she has direct access to my sick brain. She lifts her other hand and crooks a finger for me to go to her. As if I’m tethered to her by an invisible strand, I stumble her way, aching for one more kiss, one more touch, one more whispered word of affection.
“I wish I had time to lick you clean,” I rasp out. “You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all day.”
Our lips meet for a gentle kiss and she smiles.
“One day,” she assures me, words full of confidence. “You’re my other half I didn’t know I was missing.”
I like the idea of completing her in some way. It has me believing we belong together in life, love, and our needy bodies.
We mess around and kiss some more, which leads to my fingers inside of her. She whimpers and rolls her hips, chasing the delicious orgasm I can offer her. It takes her longer than me, but I get her to where she needs to be, reveling in the soft whimpers she makes. I definitely don’t clean my fingers after touching her because I have intentions on sucking them later to remain tied to this moment.
“You have to go or we’ll get caught,” she whispers. “I love you. Go.”
I kiss her once more, no doubt bruising her lips with mine, then slip as stealthily as I can out the window. Once the window is closed behind me, I quietly trek through the snow away from the cabin, back toward the RV. The biting cold is exactly what I need to cool the heat racing through my veins.
Can a man have too much sex?
Nah.
Not with Destiny. I’m dying for the day we can have sex all the time and whenever we damn well please. It’s stupid to have to play by the rules around here. And why does this shit have to be against the law?
A man should be able to love whoever the fuck he wants.
I just happen to love my sister.
Not a shit wrong about it either. At least, not in my head.
I’m almost to the RV when I hear something. A crack of a branch underfoot. Did Uncle Atticus catch me after all? In a way, I’m ready for the fallout so we can move past this shit.
I turn around, words of explanation on my lips, but they die out when I face down the barrel of a Glock.
What the fuck?
And it’s not Uncle Atticus. In fact, I don’t know who it is. It’s too dark and the man behind the weapon is wearing a white-and-gray camouflage snowsuit with a hood.
Seconds crawl by where I stare at him and he stares back at me.
My muscles twitch as I consider launching myself at him, but I’m frozen solid with his words.
“Don’t move, Rowdy. We’re taking a walk and you will comply. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the fucking face and when someone comes out at the sound of gunfire, I’ll shoot them too. I’ll keep shooting until they’re all gone. I have plenty of bullets.”
He pats his snowsuit pocket and grins at me.
